Paroles de The Levelling Dust

High on its hill the white house stands Like a mosque of silence on the cliff of demise An eastern outline against the light of the sky With the glare of sunset on the autumn night Behind deaths angel, the sunset-glow darken Shadow thickens under oaken leaves Soon the last powerstreams of summer droop Around the dwelling of fire on the city of the dead And as an echo of the black death Still lingers forgotten under the song of the wind A messy remnant of the dark fares That the scourge of plague us once bestowed Behind deaths angel, the sunset-glow darken Shadow thickens under oaken leaves Soon the last powerstreams of summer droop Around the dwelling of fire on the city of the dead And as an echo of the black death Still lingers forgotten under the song of the wind - A messy remnant of the dark fares That the scourge of plague us once bestowed The plague cemetarye nook of cracked stone Closeby, here slumbers in the place of centuries The whisper from the past converges With the temple of death of our own time